Our best friend in Palermo. This guy is from Mali, but has lived in Palermo for a long time. When he found out I was from the U.S. (and had even lived in Los Angeles), all he wanted to talk about was "The Bloods And The Crips." His English wasn't perfect, but he knew every word to all 250 gangsta rap songs that came on in the bar. He kept asking me if I liked the Bloods or the Crips better, what I thought about Tupac, if I liked Tupac as much as Biggie, if I had spent much time in Compton, why I hadn't spent much time in Compton, etc etc. When I asked him how he knew about all of these things, he said "Becuase I listen....I listen....And I use the Internet." 
Nothing to do with Itally, but I thought this picture of Reid was funny.
Venice is a tiny Italian town that was built on the water and therefore has tons of pretty canals. For some reason, tourists haven't gotten wind of its beauty, so no one is there at all. If you're reading this, book a ticket to Venice quick -- there's no way it can stay a secret for long.
When the Maestro conducted us out of his bar, we went to this cove to drink with the locals. They threw a cord out the window of the tower and hooked up their iPod to it on the rocks so we would have music. It was here that the man said, "We used to fish. Now we rent rooms."
Graham and Mike, on a bench in Cinque Terre.
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